My heart is a corridor

I cannot seem to walk past a door
lonely, in the pursuit of time
the wind’s impatient brush with forever

we stood in the hollow
bodies carved from sharpened rock
and painted yellow
the dim-lighted blackened space

You obviously see me
spared the chance of fading out
the rain washes our conscience clean.

3 thoughts on “My heart is a corridor”

1. I love that line. .. “You obviously see me…”

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   1. Thanks Jay. Im wondering if you have posted… my reader seems not to show everyone’s work that i follow???

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      1. I posted yesterday. I usually post 2 or 3 times a week.

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